So funny to hear my kids talk about their experiences at Sleep-away camp. I eavesdrop on their conversations with their friends and realize that although the years may be vastly different and the names have changed, the stuff their talking about is the same stuff we talked about close to forty years ago when I went to camp. Color war, the apache relay, raids and first kisses. Overnights and canoe trips. And mostly just hanging out with your friends late into the night.

There is something so special about camp and the friendships you forge that transcends time and place. With technology moving ahead at break-neck speed, it’s nice to know that some things remain the same. Whether you went to camp in the fifties, the eighties or you came home just two weeks ago, and whether your camp was in the Poconos or the Berkshires or up in Maine, you speak the same language, you can relate on so many levels and you went through the same special experience. It is a club. A club whose members share childhood memories that will last them a lifetime.